The rain when it falls

seeks permission from the earth

with thundering calls

and the air in my room

suddenly turns silent

 

I can hear blood rushing in my ears

clouds outside gather in hordes

the thrust of the crowd

pulls my heart over the bridge

that links our lonely togetherness

 

with my hands filled with showers

of bygone moments

that stretch through oceans and rivers

yawn in the wake of dreams

for a big splash in the puddle

on the road to memories

 

my hands make paper boats

from the poems written all along

and ask me to float…